Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

The voice of the Fourth War God, Yaspeel, came through the communication channel, reaching the ears of the three War Gods.

She was apparently dissatisfied with the battle situation on this side and personally commanded.

Among the Ninth War God, Tenth War God, and Twelfth War God, Ryan is both physical and magical, while Julius and Bianca are both physical. Ryan can assist Simon Luo in reinforcing the barrier, while Julius and Bianca can seize the initiative outside the battlefield.

"Impossible, we won't fall for it again, meow!"

Bianca glared at the Demon Race with slit eyes, shouting sharply.

"You despicable Demons deliberately chose the battlefield at Saint Kray Monastery, but don't think I will hesitate again."

With determination after gritting his teeth, Ryan summoned his deep purple Griffin Demon Sword from the void, then flashed forward to strike down the three Great Demons with his sword.

They might have already committed serious negligence.

The only way to make amends now is to fight to the end.

Sinola's long skirt fluttered without wind as she charged head-on at Ryan.

Black clothes tangled with purple shadows, sword light intertwined with scythe shadows, and at that moment, a semi-transparent light blue barrier expanded, quickly maneuvering in the air.

...

Ostro Highlands, Divine Descendant Hall.

In the central space surrounded by twelve majestic arches, under the transparent glass mirror's restriction area—

At the crumbling earth's core, a black amalgam cube emitting an eerie red light was bound by layers of chains beside the stone platform, with upright flashing Anti-Magic Steel already unlocked.

Loren appeared from the swirling mist, having escaped the Phantom Realm.

"No, impossible..."

Gaiat trembled, pupils contracting continuously.

Although he wasn't subjectively a traitor.

However, upon reflection, considering his own suspicion and current actions, he was a traitor in all but name!

All is lost.

Now he can't even clear his name, having been unable to backstab his companions!

"Gaiat, why are you so afraid of me."

Loren merely cast a sidelong glance at Gaiat, lightly waved his index finger, and several intersecting walls of light fell from the sky, trapping Gaiat within, immobilizing him in his severely injured and dispirited state.

He was used to enemies inexplicably looking at him with terror.

At this moment, his most important task isn't battling with Gaiat, but he can't let such a War God act freely.

The true question can only be answered by one person present—

"Bishop of Hegemony, Sigrid."

Loren looked towards Sigrid.

He had heard from the Bingxue Witch that she was one of the few Cardinal Bishops on the Northern Continent on good terms with the Goddess of Destiny, unlike their adversarial stance on the South Continent; the Hegemony Branch could even be considered a collaborator of the Church of Destiny.

Even though he had just emerged, he could deduce from Gaiat's reaction that the Bishop of Hegemony had used strategy to save him, forcing Gaiat to unlock the Phantom Realm.

"No more words, go help Lanci, who is now impersonating you to fight Hesintos. If Hesintos wins today, the entire coalition of nations will become this madman's battlefield."

Sigrid threw a recording Crystal Key to Loren, which Loren caught securely.

"..."

Loren read the information stored in the Crystal Key, processing it at an incredible speed in his mind.

The Crystal Key contained records of the Silvermoon Reform Association's siege battle in Blood Moon City, as well as Lanci's deductions made upon returning to the surface.

Sigrid believed that with Loren's spiritual power and his perception of the current overall situation in Bulida City, he could quickly understand the content inside and comprehend the cause and effect.

From the perspective of the War Gods and Bulida citizens, the content might seem forged, but Loren was originally from the allied camp, and Lanci firmly believed Loren would trust him.

"Thank you for rescuing me."

While comprehending the Crystal Key, Loren used Detection Magic to survey the overall situation in Bulida, and in a flash, disappeared from the Divine Descendant Hall.

...

The buildings within a two-kilometer radius of Cret Memorial Square had long been reduced to ruins, with only broken walls and remnants covered by snow.

In the center of the square, Hesintos slightly turned his head to glance at the motionless White Robed Pope, as if he understood something.

"Interesting."

His conclusion was indeed correct; this white-robed individual was posturing all along, lacking the ability to stop him.

All these manipulative efforts were to truly rescue Loren.

This actor-like struggle amused Hesintos greatly.

"Today, I will take care of your companions as your punishment."

After speaking, Hesintos charged towards the barrier outside Cret Memorial Square.

He faced away from the Pope yet could feel the Pope's eyes upon his back, eyes filled with resolute hostility.

But the White Robed Pope could not stop him.

He could only watch helplessly as Hesintos left, powerless.

Just as Hesintos's figure was about to leave Cret Square, a violent air current suddenly tore through the snowy sky, like an invisible heavy sword striking the scabbard suddenly raised by Hesintos.

In the instant just before, Hesintos reacted, parrying the storm capable of shaking a Ninth-order being.

"Hesintos, your opponent is me."

The voice filled with anger echoed within the Crystal Sky Barrier.

Atop a distant building, the winds of the Divine Era gathered densely in mid-air. The black-robed Priest's silhouette, surrounded by air currents transformed into pure electric light, continually triggered explosive bursts, with his raised hand stretching to the sky, directing the heavy air sword to blast open Hesintos.